Looking For A Bonfire

Been collecting pennies
In a hat and a mask
On a bitter November
Before the fireworks start
Woodsmoke drifting into the trees
Crackle of bracken and burning leaves
At the height of the season
I’m looking for bonfire…
See the smoke and cinders fly
Feel as if I’m on fire
Just another jealous guy
Looking for a bonfire
Well we found our matches
And we started a spark
Now we’re touching the paper
And standing back in the dark
Hot potato — better for some
But I’ve burnt my fingers
And bitten my tongue
I can never remember:
I’m looking for a bonfire…
See the smoke and cinders fly
Feel as if I’m on fire
Just another jealous guy
Looking for a bonfire
I don’t want to turn away
We’ve been on the wheel
Now we’re watching it
Burn away